There seems to be a part of us
That wants to get out
And take a breath of air
But we're too scared
There seems to be something we want to say
To make things right
And put things in place
But we keep our mouths shut
There seems the things we want to see
Are trying to fill our eyes
With their wonderful sights
But we are to stubborn to open our eyes
There seems to be something we wnt to do
You know what it is
I know what it is
But we refuse to work together
And if we don't
The only thing thats going to seem
Is the gossip we call the truth
You know what I mean
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem